One fine day as I walked to my car,
I saw him exiting that bar,
His gaze was set afar,
But mine were drawn to his scar.
He felt my stare's power,
So questioned-"Who you are?
I felt my mouth open ajar,
So I saved the hour,
Walked I to him like some avatar,
"You pull my strings as good as you play your guitar,
Its been years since you've been on my radar"
Gaped he and became ready to spar,
So I kissed him and and tasted some cigar,
He eyed me like a jaguar,
So I smiled at my rockstar,
He might find all this bizarre,
But for me it was at par,
Showed him I my very own scar,
Recognised me and remembered the day of our mar,
The story of 'our'
Shall always remain on the jar
For lovers we were crossed-stars!

We read the same, just in opposite directions,
For I had my memories and he had some reflections.
Our flaws were our identities, thence, we were always on each-other's radars;
But the black boxes failed us and turned our;
Sweet-innocent love sour!

I want a love so deep that all my shallowness disappears,
I want a love so lucid that all my doubts clear.
I want a love so consuming that all my fears dissolve,
I want a love so inspiring that all my thoughts evolve.
I want a love so pure that all my sins are forgiven,
I want a love so trusting that all my insecurities are riven.
I want a love so joyous that all my sorrows are washed away,
I want a love so poetic that it lives even when I no longer stay!

Dear Reader,

Whenever you fall, fall hard;
For someone, risk getting scarred.
He will be no Romeo, you won't be Juliet either;
So cut some slack because great stories are about neither!
Don't be afraid of one-sidedness,
Don't always look for same-mindedness!
There will never be a prince-charming,
Break-ups are not worth self-harming!
If you ever let someone in your heart,
Cherish them always as if an immortal art!
And if someone wants to move out of there,
Let them leave and don't resort to yell and swear!

Because readers, I am above oxytocin and hatred,
I am neither permanent nor sacred!
So find me wherever you can;
And spread me wherever you go!
For I am the bitter-sweet fruit of what you sow.

Yours lovingly
Love

From the time I took my first breath;
To the time I'll greet my death,
The one that'll be my fraternity,
Is the SOCIETY.

From the time I first used my brain;
To the time I'll be in Alzheimer's chains,
The one that will judge my capacity,
Is the SOCIETY.

From the time I first knew of God;
To the time I know about all the frauds,
The one thing that will be my sanctity,
Is the SOCIETY.


From my colour to my creed,
From my wedding to when I'll breed;
From my career to my passion,
From my shoes to my fashion;


Everything is all about "THEM"
But I ask you reader, who the hell are they?
Its my skirt and hence, I choose the length of its hem!
So, sigh and drink your tea because your interference is NOT OKAY.